A Post a Day in May #29: The midnight run

I have pledged to write a new post for this blog every day in May. 

They waited until after midnight. It would be good and dark by then. Two would do it, the third would drive the car. Nervous energy was high, but so were the stakes. It was time to make claim to public space. They met at the agreed-upon location. They drove in silence to the spot they had decided made sense for disembarking and for approaching the target. Two descended, walked quickly, with purpose, to the chosen building. They pulled out their tools and put them to work. The deed was completed quickly. No mistake was made in the moment, despite the nerves and anxiety. This was illegal, after all. The two regrouped quickly, walked swiftly to the waiting car. All three drove away in silence. Until the one shrieked, We did it! 

Sleep came swiftly, but so did morning. 

When the one picked her glasses from the bedside table to put them on her face, she was shocked to see speckles of yellow and orange paint on the lenses. Damn! Here was evidence of the crime committed. What to do? A simple washing with soap and water did not solve the problem. It took painstaking picking and gentle scraping to rid the lenses of the evidence. While it was tempting beyond belief to pass by the building to see their handiwork, none of the three dared for fear their exuberance would give them away as the culprits. By noon, their deed had been erased from the engineering building’s external wall. The bold statement LESBIANS RULE OK had lasted a scant 10 hours, but the thrill of having done the spray painting has lasted a lifetime. 

True story. 

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  1. You've been saving this one up, haven't you? For the end of the month so you can nuke it after a couple of days and prevent a visit from the RCMP to your doorstep.

    xox

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